Our nest was empty today.
And it felt sort of like when Rudy lived in Arkansas.
And I lived here, in California.
So many days came and went.
Both of us experiencing life without the other.
Mostly, only words said how we felt, or what we were thinking.
Gestures and body language played an intermitent role in our relationship.
Those are days that will forever be distant.
Days that cannot be redone.
Days that are, thank goodness, over.
I am reminded of those distant days.
Here I am. Here we are.
In the house. Together.
No one is mumbling on the phone with friends.
No one is singing along to the lyrics booming from a computer.
No one is chatting. Talking about a day in the life of.….
And it hits me.
Both softly and a bit aggressively.
That life will be sort-of-like-yet-not-exactly-like-but-in-a-way-it-will-be-sliced-up-similar-to when Rudy lived there and I lived here.